Cheng Jue...I'm here
The idea of not crying until the pillow is wet prompted Song Tiaotiao to start following "The Record of Feng Hua Anding".
But since she searched for relevant information online and clicked on the update interface, the experience of following dozens of chapters in a row made Song Tiaotiao fully feel the huge difference in the tear threshold between people.
To a certain extent, the elegy for family and country that came to life on the pages of the book not only failed to bring Song Tiaotiao the warm healing she desired, but instead made her cry for several nights in a row, and she went to work with swollen eyes the next day.
But instead of ending, this cycle began to repeat itself. Every day after work, Song Tiaotiao would make a habit of waiting for updates and continuing to read.
She wanted to see when Gu Chengjue's injuries would heal, to give those shameless people a powerful blow, and to see when everyone in Prince Ning's Mansion could escape the fabricated accusations and restore their reputation...
But Gu Chengjue's story seemed to have experienced all the brightness and splendor in the previous eighteen years. Therefore, in the dark abyss that suddenly appeared after these eighteen years, only infinite torture and pain led him to fall.
Even the rare glimpses of light on the bumpy road mean that he will fall into a deeper valley next.
Whenever Song Tiaotiao saw this, she felt deeply that her low blood pressure had been treated and she had found the most effective treatment method.
But she looked at the million-word novel the author had written before and the rave reviews, and finally gritted her teeth and wrote hundreds of thousands more words.
The Northern Frontier chapter, written with hundreds of thousands of words, has finally come to an end.
In the end, Gu Chengjue finally escaped from the dangerous northern border.
But apart from a number of old injuries, he was alone and completely lonely.
All that he longed for left him, and all that he desired had long since withered.
That day, the setting sun was like blood. He was riding a white horse, looking back deeply.
This is a silent farewell to his beloved ones who have returned to the earth, and it is also a sword that cuts off his old wish to be a clean official.
From now on, the Northern Frontier chapter ends.
After reading this, Song Tiaotiao's eyes were already wet with tears, like ink. The moment she had been waiting for had finally arrived, but when she asked herself, the joy that should have filled her heart had not arrived immediately.
She looked at the happy and cheerful congratulations for Gu Chengjue in the comment section and read this paragraph over and over again, but the effect was counterproductive.
Next, the uneasiness of having her emotions stripped away and the increasingly deep sorrow made Song Tiaotiao feel even more empty and unbearable.
Feeling lost, the mist in front of her eyes soaked her sore eyes.
Bewildered and lost, those tired almond-shaped eyes slowly closed. Song Tiaotiao sank into the pitch-black tranquility.
There, she suddenly looked into a pair of eyes as deep as the night, but she did not feel strange or frightened.
Those were a pair of extremely beautiful phoenix eyes, but there was no luster in them, just like the distant gaze from the other side of the Milky Way, whose light was dimmed and as calm as an ancient well.
In a trance, Song Tiaotiao could not even sense any vitality in it, but she could intuitively feel the loneliness and numbness caused by trauma.
They stared at each other like this for an unknown amount of time, and suddenly Song Tiaotiao heard a low, difficult sigh: "Tiaotiao... stop crying."
“Who is it…?”
As soon as the words fell, the voice and its owner disappeared.
And her modern consciousness also came to an end from then on.
Now that I think about it, she must have died suddenly from staying up late and working overtime...
But her understanding of this book seemed to have just begun.
In the Southern Dynasty, she personally experienced the real life of Song Tiaotiao in the book for sixteen years. Not only did she learn many of the intertwined and crucial stories hidden in the text, but she also recovered her modern memories on a bitter winter day and got to know Gu Chengjue again...
And the pair of phoenix eyes that had stared at each other were no longer as gloomy as the twilight. There was always a smile as bright as spring flowers, as gentle as the bright moon in the sky, so bright and shining that she couldn't take her eyes off.
I really hope I can have another chance to look at it...
There was also her mother, brother, and master... It turned out that in this world, she already had many people and things that she couldn't bear to leave behind...
And they are all the shining existences in her precious adventure, awakening her now chaotic mind, moving her, making her attached to them, and unable to let go.
Thinking of this, Song Tiaotiao's eyes became hot.
"Tiaotiao, are you feeling better?"
At that moment, a mechanical sound that was not very clear, and one could even hear the sound of electric current, sounded intermittently in Song Tiaotiao's mind.
This is……
"Master...?" Hearing the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar mechanical voice, Song Tiaotiao's heart beat faster and he called out.
"That's great, you finally regained consciousness..." There was a crackling sound like the sound of rewinding electricity, revealing a weak laugh.
Song Tiaotiao keenly caught this and trembled, "Master, why does your voice sound so weak?"
The system's voice paused slightly, and then the voice that came out again became much clearer: "I'm fine... I just used some backup energy to start up. Everything will be restored. I'm glad you can wake up..."
Even though the sound of the electric current was faint this time, Song Tiaotiao could still clearly feel that it was the system's forced support to reassure her. She choked up a little and said, "Master, me... and you, what happened to us?"
The system was silent for a moment, then said, "This world nearly collapsed. You were poisoned... and nearly died instantly, but I transported you into a dimension that froze time. During your coma, your body has gradually improved under treatment. As for me, I over-involved myself in the host's decision-making, violating the system's duty, and received some minor punishment... but these are insignificant. You just woke up, and your body is still weak. Don't worry too much."
Song Tiaotiao also didn't want the system to worry about her anymore, but after thinking it over, she couldn't help but ask, "Then... Master, how can you get better?"
"As long as you get better, everything will be fine. After all, you are Gu Chengjue's ailment, and also the medicine for this world in the book."
"Master, you said the world almost collapsed? Are Cheng Jue and the others okay now?"
"Gu Chengjue... is actually doing fine, and everyone else is safe and sound as well. Don't worry, I think you'll be able to leave this dimension in a while, and then we'll meet again."
…
In the chaotic days that followed, Song Tiaotiao was like a clay doll that had just arrived in the human world. After being given spiritual energy by the goddess Nuwa, his spirit slowly revived.
The space before me is familiar yet a little strange. Compared to the dreamlike feeling of the past, it now has a much more concrete and realistic feel.
Master said that this is the third stage that the space advances to when the strategy reaches its peak.
In the third stage, the space will transform the host's regretful places in the world into space according to the host's wishes.
Master said that the seasons and weather in this dimension are even the same as those in the outside world.
Before my eyes, the red maples are like fire, dyeing the mountains and forests.
The swing that was built in the back mountain in early summer is still standing by the mirror-like lake.
The cool autumn wind blew up layers of red leaves, rippling the surface of the lake and creating ripples.
Song Tiaotiao sat on the swing, with her toes touching the ground, swinging alone.
She could have swung the swing very high by herself.
But……
"Tiaotiao, do you like it?"
"I like it. I love swinging the most. Cheng Jue, can you swing higher?" The joyful laughter was as light as a wind chime.
Gu Chengjue couldn't help but smile slightly when he heard this. However, when he looked over the curve of the swing, his hands still hesitated a little: "Tiaotiao, do you want it higher...?"
"Yes, I will protect myself." Song Tiaotiao chuckled.
Looking at Song Tiaotiao's smiling face, Gu Chengjue's heart trembled for a moment, and he gently pushed her, "Tiaotiao, I won't let you get hurt."
…
The toes touch the ground again, and the arc of the swing gradually descends.
She knew clearly that there would be no one behind her this time.
But I still couldn't help but look back.
But it was expected. When she witnessed the loss with her own eyes, her heart still felt like it was falling into the air, and she couldn't help but feel depressed.
"Master... maybe I haven't read enough books and done enough things these days." She was so worried that even the smile on her lips disappeared.
The system looked at her dejected expression, then recalled the piles of ancient books and various time-killing crafts that had recently piled up in the room. It said with a slight pause, "Tiaotiao, you've just returned from the gates of hell. What you've done is already very hard. As for the fleeting time that couldn't dispel the heavy longing... However, you're recovering very well now, and only a few days are left before you can leave this space. I've secretly given you the health-preserving potions you prepared recently. Gu Chengjue's face is finally showing some color."
Song Tiaotiao recalled the heart-wrenching scene that the system had secretly shown her. She lowered her brows and whispered softly, "That's good..."
She never wanted to see this side of Gu Chengjue again.
His body, having weathered a bloody storm, was completely devoid of color, save for the vibrant color oozing from his lips. He looked like a statue carved out of snow, his body only frozen in time.
If it weren't for the long raven eyelashes that trembled from time to time with the tightly furrowed brows, and the light breath under the tall nose, people would think it was just an illusion.
After examination by the imperial physician, Gu Chengjue's condition was a case of acute anger attacking his heart. If the heart attack was not relieved, even the best medicine would be unable to save him.
…
"How could this be... I'm so sorry to Sister A-Liu and Tiao-Tiao..."
Under the moon, Song Lingshan hugged the sword tightly in his hand, lowered his head and choked.
Song Zhaozhao glanced back at the crowded courtyard, rubbing her knuckles over the food box as she hesitated, "Father, you should eat something. If you collapse, you'll have less concern for my younger sister's whereabouts and Gu Chengjue's condition. It seems to me that Gu Chengjue's heartache is caused by my younger sister. If that's the case, I do have a way to alleviate it. They say that seeing things reminds us of someone, and the things that Zi Zi left behind should offer him some comfort. When my aunt and the others are brought back to the capital in a few days, he should feel much better with family by his side."
Since then, Gu Chengjue's condition has indeed been improving day by day.
In the familiar fragrance, Gu Chengjue's uneven breathing became much smoother, and his previously tense lips also showed signs of loosening due to an unconscious smile, and he uttered a few mumblings from time to time: "Tiaotiao, tiaotiao..."
"Cheng Jue... I'm here."
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